Animal's Greetings

Maine, 04-23-2018 

Hello my friends
 
It's been a sad few days around here.  My
loving wife has been spending a few days
up north joined with her sisters and oldest
brother as they each spend as much time
with their mom as they were able.  Judy's
mom passed away a few hours ago and she
is now with her husband Clyde that passed
many years before.  On a good note now
they can meet my dad and see all that have
gone before them and greet those that are
coming as time marks their journey.  So,
now onto a hopefully happier note.  Judy
came home this morning and me and the
boys were joyfully surprised.  The snow
is finally melting of course at a rather slow
rate.  There were flash flood warnings for
yesterday in the areas up north from us
at the Washburn bridge due to an ice jam.
Judy said she heard about it,  but when
they come home they take a road that is
off to the side of it.  That had all passed
by the time they decided to come home
this morning.  We're now seeing a lot of
the ground exposed that once was covered
with snow :)  As I've said many times,  I
love snow,  but even I get tired of it after
4 or 5 months of it LOL.  That being it
starts melting and refreezing turning into
slabs of ice that are not so pretty and not
so easy to walk on.  Many times I have
to put my cleats on my shoes just to go
and check the mail.  LOL our neighbor
was out yesterday (Saturday) with his
lil gocart playing around on the ice and
snow out in the field in front of our house.
I took a few pictures of him and may use
1 or 2 of them for a poetry picture :)
Yesterday I finally worked on my book
7 and got it converted into PDF.  I picked
out some good pictures for the front cover
and the thank you page.  Of course the
front cover picture will also be used for
the inner dedication page.  So I've got it
ready to upload to the createspace site
and get started on publishing the book.
I might do that some time this week :)
I've already gotten started on book 8
with 34 poetry pictures LOL.  Only 126
more and I'll be ready to start converting.
Hehehehehe,  when Judy talked me into
publishing a book of my poetry pictures,
I never thought I would be doing this
many books LOL.  I thought maybe 1 or
2 at the most maybe 3 Hahaha.  It seems
I have a knack for these things and of
course writing poetry :)  So what else is
going on around here?  Well Judy is
going to go to her sister's and join her
other siblings for a wake in honor her
mom.  Me and the boys will wait here
and I might write a little.  There's not
much else going on around here.  It's
going to be a week of realization as my
loving wife has what I had when I lost
my dad,  such as a few periods of crying
and sadness.  Although,  Judy knows
that her mom is in a better place now
and is no longer hurting and unable to
walk or see.  She has been made whole
and is joined by her husband,  family
and friends.  Thank You God for all
that You do in giving us a breath of
peace as this life ends.  For this is but
only a blink of an eye as we walk upon
the Earth in our fleshly bodies.  There
are far greater things awaiting when we
reach the end of the road here.  Thank
You God.  Now I believe I need to be
taking a little trip back through all that
I've written here to see if I can find a
good word or phrase that I can use for
the title for today's brand new poem.
So it's away I go to that place of my
recollection that I always like to call,
RECOLLECT VILLE.  I think I may
have found a decent title just 2 thirds
of a way back and now after checking
I see that it has not been used,  so used
it shall be.  Here goes...
 
Once Was Covered
 
Life times discovered
we might fall prey
to times remembered
of a so dismal day.
Troubles may of seemed
to begin their quest
putting our lifestyles
to a gruesome test.
When once covered
with portions of hell
we might remember
a story to tell.
A story of a moment
that we now recall,
a time when angels
answered our call.
Yesterdays doorways
opened real wide
allowing the future
to then coincide.
For when once covered
with troublesome views
God gave us blessings
with choices to choose.
 
©By Bill Pearce
Apr 22,  2018
 
OK so it might not be the greatest poem,
but hopefully you liked it a little bit LOL.
Anyways,  maybe my rambling kept you
entertained.  Please keep my wife and her
family in your prayers.  I know how hard
it is to lose a parent.  Judy just left with
her sister for the wake with the rest of
her sisters.  So it will be just me and the
boys again.  This week though, we should
slowly get back into our rhythm of life :)
Benny and Rocky can sense something is
wrong.  They were good boys while Judy
was gone of course other than barking at
every noise they heard thinking Judy was
home LOL.  But I can't really blame them.
That's pretty much the way I was, but on
a much lower scale LOL.  Anyways,  it
looks as though it is time for me to be
telling you what I tell you every week
and that is,  I wrote some more poems
and haiku.  Yep,  10 poems with 2 extras
and 2 of them are Christmas poems :)
Also I once again write 22 haiku for all
of the haiku lovers out there.  I hope you
can find 1 or 2 of either or both that you
like.  Now with that said,  I reckon it is
time for me to begin my search for that
hardly elusive off switch,  but not before
I wish you a wonderful weekend or what
that is left of it and a truly blessings filled
week.  Remember,  Jesus loves you and
we do too.  OK,  so I wonder where that
silly off switch has chosen to hide this
week?  Hmm,  I don't remember putting
my aspirin bottle on the 2nd shelf of my
desk.  LOL I see ya hiding behind it LOL.
Why the heck did you move it?  Oh,  you
thought the aspirin was in the wrong spot.
Hahaha it was,  but I knew I didn't move
it.  Gotcha, see ya CLICK zzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
 
God bless from Bill,  Judy,  Benny,  Rocky
and the spirit of Milo Pearce
 
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Now it's on with the poems and haiku
10+2 and 22 hehehehehehehehehehe :)
 
Scenes Of Spring
 
Children playing
riding through
bikes of life
a distant view.
As a doorway
opens wide
scenes of spring
come inside.
Such as patterns
young and old
scenes of spring
are stories told.
Some as photos
time records
as the blessings
life's rewards.
Look beyond it
and see true
scenes of spring
of thereunto.
As a window
life displays
scenes of spring
the greatest days.
Now look on
and see the sights
scenes of spring
days and nights.
Allow your eyes
to see everything
the light of life
scenes of spring.
 
©By Bill Pearce
Apr 16,  2018
 
Painted Life
 
Seeming painted
life surrounds
wondrous workings
sights and sounds.
A painted life
or so it seems
a moment's image
just like dreams.
Heaven's artwork
here on Earth
might seem painted
for its worth.
Time's a blessing
life instills
found to glisten
trees and hills.
The earth is painted
season's sun
from day to night
as rivers run.
All sorts of scenes
then come in view
to display times
for me and you.
The hands of a clock
can't hold the past
the painted life
that shadows cast.
For in the journey
we might gaze
at a painted life
of distant days.
 
©By Bill Pearce
Apr 17,  2018
 
Sounds Of Words
 
Silence gathers
time displays
sounds of words
in many ways.
Scenes as water
glistening true
sounds of words
in wondrous hue.
Each with value
time entails
sounds of words
that never fails.
In the silence
time moves on
sounds of words
are never gone.
They might hide
within a gaze
sounds of words
a certain phase.
A scenic glance
of thereunto
sounds of words
can come in view.
As the moments
gather time
sounds of words
are so divine.
Most surely as
a canoe drifts on
sounds of words
will sing a song.
 
©By Bill Pearce
Apr 18,  2018
 
Road Of Time
 
We might find
a time and place
a road of time
to then embrace.
It might end with
wondrous views
scenes we see
that times infuse.
A shack may be
within your sight
a road of time
that you delight.
A heavenly scene
from God above
that brings to life
an essence of love.
We may discover
the greatest find
that came alive
a road of time.
 
©By Bill Pearce
Apr 18,  2018
 
Timeless True
 
The slight of time
begins its view
with that of life
a timeless hue.
Autumn's colors
begin their voyage
colors changing
taking charge.
Minutes passing
becoming days
so timeless true
and within phase.
Eyes of seekers
search for a sight
deep within
a day and night.
Timeless true
the season shines
colors changing
their designs.
Glistening waters
reflect the scenes
times remembered
wondrous dreams.
Autumn's window
opens real wide
allowing moments
to come inside.
It is God's beauty
a wondrous view
essence of Heaven
timeless true.
 
©By Bill Pearce
Apr 18,  2018
 
Memorized Spring
 
As time begins
it finds its place
a season's life
a time's embrace.
Life's memories
of certain times
there is a scene
of wonderful finds.
Memorized spring
a certain phase
filled with minutes
for ones to gaze.
Springtime wonders
a picturesque view
seen as a moment
a time come true.
Heavenly blessings
of a smiling face
memorized spring
is time to embrace.
Scented with sights
a seasonal scene
this is found in
memorized spring.
 
©By Bill Pearce
Apr 19,  2018
 
Awaiting To Cross
 
Paths to Christmas
remembered so well
become as a story
so timeless to tell.
Lines are created
as ones seek to cross
awaiting anticipating
that snowy white frost.
Seeming as a drawing
Christmas enhanced
awaiting to cross then
is their own romance.
Timelessly striving
to begin their stride
awaiting to cross
their wintertime ride.
We might envision
the sights that they see
as a timeless venture
through their history.
Christmas is displayed
as stories of white
found as a venture
that many delight.
Snowmobiles gather
to begin their quest
while we're watching
as they are at rest.
Their motors churning
in white snowy sauce
are found anticipating
awaiting to cross.
 
©By Bill Pearce
Apr 19,  2018
 
Reflected Dreams
 
Deepened emotions
found within time
become the artwork
found in the mind.
Scenes as reflections
we find as we sleep
become our blessings
so timeless to keep.
For when we're sad
and nightmares arrive
dreams can begin
and help us survive.
Life's full of mysteries
that minutes display
often as a dreamer
kneels down to pray.
Don't let the sadness
be all that you see,
for there is hopeful
in a prayerful degree.
Found as reflections
our memories of old
can be the blessings
that God has foretold.
Using your memories
you can smile again
finding the best days
with good to begin.
Using your lessons
of passed days scenes
can be the blessings
as reflected dreams.
 
©By Bill Pearce
Apr 19,  2018
 
Lost In Fantasy
 
Thriving on moments
life moves along
lost in whirlwind
of right and of wrong.
Seasons of grandeur
become as a scene
mountains displaying
a magical dream.
When lost in fantasy
time can stand still
seeming as a turnstile
an unrolling wheel.
Magically appearing
are flavors of time
seasons we remember
that were so divine.
We might encounter
a moment so sad
a memory recorded
you now wish you had.
Yet as a reflection
you can look inside
and find all the lessons
to now be applied.
Times thought fantasy
might become hell
a dream of a scene
that did not work well.
Look for the beauty
of lives poetry
times that were once
lost in fantasy.
 
©By Bill Pearce
Apr 20,  2018
 
Crashing Thoughts
 
Waves of life
that times expose
crash ashore
with what we chose.
Times we found
to be our gaze
might have changed
their will and ways.
Crashing thoughts
of when and where
can become as
another flair.
Then recalls those
different hues
crashing thoughts
we sought to choose.
Yet as time frames
change their place
moments might just
lose their face.
Becoming scenes
we don't remember
as their time's
a weakened ember.
Burning dimmer
than yesterdays
an ocean of life
another gaze.
Crashing thoughts
an ocean's style
can be enhanced
into a smile.
For as we struggle
with waves of time
we grow wiser
within the mind.
And so the scenes
we thought we lost
can grow again as
crashing thoughts.
 
©By Bill Pearce
Apr 20,  2018
 
Hidden Meadow
 
Silent pages
turn with style
often hidden
for a while.
Hidden meadow
comes in view
as pages turn
from old to new.
Silent stages
become found
when we take
a look around.
Minutes passing
become gazed
in our eyesight
so amazed.
In the silence
ones might view
hidden meadow
fresh and new.
Viewing closely
you might find
a river flowing
peace of mind.
Then the trees
might display
autumn's colors
in a way.
Hidden meadow
comes alive
in a dreamer's
sleepy eyes.
 
©By Bill Pearce
Apr 20,  2018
 
Times That Pass
 
Seasons greetings
becomes the past
that of Christmas
gone too fast.
So many emotions
come in view
when I think of
Christmas true.
I can still feel it
alive and well
Christmas season
the stories tell.
Even the movies
watched with glee
are the times that
live and breathe
Times that pass
become so missed,
Christmas snow
the season kissed.
It's a heartbeat
time deploys,
a special time
for girls and boys.
Within my mind
I surely see
the sight of our
own Christmas tree.
This is the view
my shadows cast
Christmas scenes
the times that pass.
 
©By Bill Pearce
Apr 20,  2018
 
Haiku
for Apr 20,  2018
 
In the summer rain
time begins a new story
written in raindrops.
 
Deception is change
that many think that they see,
but it's only them.
 
Lost within a lie
a liar will dig a hole
deeper in their words.
 
Seen as illusions
many see magic as fake,
while others see life.
 
Trying times of life
can become the needed things
in our tomorrows.
 
Each one of our dreams
is a needed tool of life
maybe just for peace.
 
Meddling in lives
could create many problems
for what you knew not.
 
Tomorrows journey
might need some help from today
with rest and planning.
 
Searching for  a smile
could turn up a few problems
hidden in a smile.
 
A dusty doorway
reveals that it's not been used,
so find the reason.
 
Seeking the unknown
could display all that you've known,
but just denied it.
 
The stains on our lives
might be hidden from our view,
but others see them.
 
Corn stalks when ready
will stand high above the ground
with food to harvest.
 
Checking your status
on how that ones think of you
could reveal hatred.
 
Displayed as rhythms
the motion of a drummer
gives time for a song.
 
As clouds float above
they provide not only rain,
but a days beauty.
 
Time is a doorway
that allows seconds to pass
to grow into life.
 
Misery will grow
as others join together
sharing misery.
 
The future is ours,
but we often destroy it
with our bad judgment.
 
Renditions of life
are done by the onlookers
that imitate us.
 
Now is a moment
that will become the lessons
for our tomorrows.
 
Living on the edge
can one day cause your demise
as you fall over.
 
©By Bill Pearce
Apr 20,  2018
 
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